Asexuality

"When are you going to get married?" asked the unintentionally cruel auntlike she does every time she visitstoo occasionally to explain the lonely sorrow that is being a romantic asexual

"When are you going to get married?"the answer is always an awkward mutterthose who truly know me never askit's an unvoiced understandingthey know about, but never speak of a romantic asexual

"When are you going to get married?"the words cut a savage reminderof all the things I'll never havea wife, kids, the love that comes with themall lost to me, as no one wantsa romantic asexual

"When are you going to get married?"a prison sentence pronounced as a questioninvisible bars of loneliness between meand the joy I see everyone else sharehalf a life of heartache, and half a life to go, asa romantic asexual